Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Techniques to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Can,
This Heat,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Ronan,
the Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
MC5,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Index,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.